A Twisted Tale -Jane's Jewel-

Mardi Gras "The Medieval Story" On a hot, heavy night in Orleans, Joan and Jane were seen rubbing chest on chest An inviting, intimate moment, to undress Two pretty trimmed tops, eating like dames They touched in ways, that drove those who make war insane The secret spilled before the sun sprawled across the floor Medieval England, banging on iron set doors, All around men and women, wanting to witness the whiplash Beads and beads of love, thrown at their feet Joan' and Jane', having fun in front of, yesterdays courtyard Sweet acts of flagellation were performed to stimulate the crowd Screaming, and receiving, intense, brutal lacerations In the eyes of endless nudity, everything wet in between Left to right, a secluded society, dance in masquerade Two men rise and ravage Jane, from hip to hip Join-in, was a Jouster, and Lord Johnsburg, They came in a little closer to claim, Joan Closing, and inflicting as much damage as possible Crestfallen forces of the unknown, -the audience grows Remain firm and indulge this wet period of the Middle Ages, The first crusade held stones in each hand, Applauding to neck the beauty of friends A noose hanging high held no head on this day Yelling to feel the pain perils of anguish, This was in reality the vassal of Jane The King, ask to see them on their knees Before he seeded, sending the Spanish tickler, Fetching for the finest skin At her end, Joan, watched Jane, spread like never before Perfumed skin, rising up in smoke, -Joan's final stroke Left burning at the Stake, In a Medieval World, from hell The Siege of Joan and Jane did not end well A lonely Bard, now sits and sings a sadistic tale, A tale, of dirty deeds, -a dancing bloody masquerade Joan and Jane, compensating for the Mardi Gras Parade By: SKAT